"Everyone, thank you for your hard work coming from afar..."
Zhu Youtang stood in front of the main seat, raised his wine glass, and said with a smile, there were all kinds of delicacies on the table in front of him.
Sitting at several desks in front of Zhu Youtang were several warriors with different looks.
There are handsome monks, ascetic-like novices, old men dressed as ninjas, Western costumes, bohemian strong men...
These are the special envoys of the four major countries.
Mo Zhi, the Tubo State Preceptor, Basang, the reincarnated soul boy of Lamaism, Mr. Musashi, the head of the Japanese Iga Sect, Liu Wuyan, the general of the Annan Kingdom, and Batulu, the leader of the Tianlang Sect of the Tartar Kingdom.
Behind Zhu Youtang, two figures stood silently, like shadows, and remained calm.
But the aura exuded by the two men was not much weaker than that of the people present.
Yang Zixu from the Demon Sect Butian Dao.
Kunlun Demon Cult Divine Sword Hall Shadow Sword.
Both of them are members of the Demon Cult, but they belong to different forces.
The Demon Sect has existed since ancient times, and the Demon Lords of the past dynasties have called themselves Holy Lords. They are divided into two sects and six paths, which have been passed down to this day. They have always called themselves the Orthodox Demon Sect.
The Kunlun Demon Sect is a rising star. Demon Lord Dugu Weiwo is not a member of the Demon Sect. He takes a different approach and forms his own sect. In the end, he establishes the Kunlun Demon Sect, nearly unifying the world and achieving hegemony.
The two sides have never been able to deal with each other, and the Kunlun Demon Sect is too lazy to subdue these demon sect members. The demon sect disciples have been hiding their identities and living in an ignoble existence due to the demonic flames of the Kunlun Demon Sect. Multiple sects strangled together, and then the Demon Sect disciples returned to the world.
This time Zhu Youtang offered a bargaining chip that neither party could refuse, allowing both parties to combine their strengths to help him unify.
Supporting a new emperor who supports the Demonic Cult will be of great benefit to both parties.
The three parties hit it off immediately, and there were two masters to protect Zhu Youtang.
"The second prince is so polite." Tubo State Master Mo Zhi spoke first, clasping his hands together, and said in a deep voice: "We have only one purpose for coming here this time, and that is to discuss how to deal with the iron gall god Hou Zhu Wuwu?"
"Iron-gall god Hou Zhu ignores it?" Zhu Youtang narrowed his eyes and said with a smile: "It is up to the imperial master to decide this matter. Although the god prince is my king's uncle, if he is involved in this matter, he will die. Already."
"This matter is not that easy." Tubo State Master Mo Zhi shook his head and said: "Tiedan Shenhou went to Yangguan Town this time and brought Duan Tianya with him. This is Mr. Musashi's disciple. I dare not follow him. Attack him casually."
Hearing this, Iga Musashi, the head of the Iga Sect, spoke calmly: "Although he is my disciple and a descendant of Iga, he severed ties with our Iga Sect after he returned to the Central Plains."
"The person I teach is Takizawa Ichiro, not Duan Tianya."
"After Ichiro Takizawa left Japan, he ceased to exist."
"Now there is only Tianzi secret agent Duan Tianya from Hulong Villa."
Iga Musashi's attitude was also very simple. He drew a clear line. Since Japan has agreed to the invasion, the two sides will be mortal enemies when they meet. Facing a mortal enemy, showing the slightest mercy is cruelty to oneself. As the master of the Ninja sect, he knows best. this point.
"Haha! This puts me at ease." The Tubo Imperial Master chuckled and continued: "There are also some secret subordinates. I found out that these people are named Thirty-six Tiangang and Seventy-two Disha. They are all iron gall gods. The Anzi secretly trained by Hou is very powerful, and the formations used together have the ability to limit the ninth level."
"With the help of artillery and God-breaking crossbows, it will not be easy to defeat Yangguan Town."
"How does the Imperial Master want me to help?" Zhu Youtang smiled lightly, put down his wine glass, and asked.
"The demon sect under the command of the second prince spreads all over the world. If we can help secretly and cooperate internally and externally, it will be easy to conquer Yangguan Town." The Tubo Imperial Master raised a smile on his lips and looked at the two people behind Zhu Youtang.
"Oh?" Zhu Youtang instantly understood what the Tubo Imperial Master meant, nodded slightly, and said: "This is easy to discuss, Imperial Master, don't worry, the Demon Sect will definitely help."
After solving the Tibetan problem, Zhu Youtang looked at Iga Musashi and said: "Mr. Musashi, when will the Japanese fleet arrive at the port?"
"The Japanese warships have already set off and will arrive at the port in three days at most." Iga Musashi replied.
"Is there any problem with Japan?" Zhu Youtang asked.
Iga Musashi shook his head and said: "The Giant Whale Gang has good relations with the Yagyu Shinin Sect. Because of the relationship between the Yagyu family, the people from the Giant Whale Gang will help us log in."
"Really? That's the best." Zhu Youtang nodded with satisfaction.
"When the Japanese fleet lands and the war breaks out, we have to trouble the second prince to open a way for our Tatar country." Batulu, the leader of the Sirius Cult of Tatar country, suddenly spoke while chewing the mutton leg. While laughing.
"Of course there is no problem, Yulian City belongs to the Tatars." Zhu Youtang waved his hand and answered simply.
"Hahaha... Then thank you, Second Prince." Batulu laughed with satisfaction, ate the meat with big mouthfuls, and raised his glass.
"It doesn't matter." Zhu Youtang responded by raising his glass, "Everyone, let us raise our glasses together."
Everyone toasted and drank together, and the scene was extremely joyful.
The three parties all spoke, but Liu Wuyan, the general of Annan Kingdom, did not speak for a long time.
This unusual reaction surprised Zhu Youtang, so he stood up, picked up the wine glass, walked to Liu Wuyan, and said with a smile: "What? General Liu, these dishes are not to your liking?"
"Not really." Liu Wuyan smiled and shook his head: "It's just that our Annan Kingdom is a small country and cannot compare to the other three countries, so naturally I don't dare to say too much."
Annan Kingdom is indeed a small country, and there are no masters at the master level in the country. The soldiers and horses are weak. To put it simply, they are recruited here to make up the numbers.
But how could Zhu Youtang say such words in the city?
Zhu Youtang laughed and said: "General Liu is humbled. Annan has complex terrain and superior geographical location. It couldn't be better to have Annan Kingdom to echo us and share the pressure for us."
As he spoke, Zhu Youtang lowered his voice and whispered in Liu Wuyan's ear: "Don't worry, General Liu. After the matter is completed, nothing will be missing from what was promised to General Liu."
After saying this, Zhu Youtang patted Liu Wuyan on the shoulder with a smile on his face.
Liu Wuyan felt a little moved, raised his wine glass and said, "Second Prince, I respect you."
"Haha, you're welcome, you're welcome." Zhu Youtang laughed and raised his glass, ready to drink it down.
At this moment, a voice sounded.
"Who are you?"
"Why are you here?"
The voice of the reincarnated soul boy Basang rang out in the noisy camp, startling everyone. They quickly turned their heads and looked at Zhu Youtang's seat.
At this moment, a figure was leaning on the back of the chair with his legs crossed, gnawing on a leg of lamb, his face shiny.
The visitor was wearing shabby white clothes, with a bald head and the remaining hair falling down randomly. He looked a little disheveled. He was wearing bamboo slippers and had an ordinary appearance. He had an evil smile on his lips and looked like an ordinary old man.
The person present was at worst the ninth grade. No one noticed this person's appearance. This was frightening.
Master!
Absolute master!
It's as high as three or four stories!
Hearing Basang's words, the visitor wiped his mouth and said with a smile: "You continue! I'm eating mine, I'm not full yet..."